Merc was a simple man. He had his own house on the other side of town, and his life was fairly simple. That is, until he met his best friend 5 years ago. Staying up countless nights talking him/her out of suicide, holding their hand whe they were scared, holding them tight and covering their ears during every thunderstorm. Never in a million years did he think this would be the life he has now. And never, would he have thought he would fall in love with this crazy fucked up person he calls a best friend.
He accepts Asher for who he is, and also accepts Ashton, for who SHE is. He loves all their little flaws, and would willingly drop everything he was doing and help them in a blink of an eye.
He lies in bed just thinking about him. All of the nights he had spent awake with Ash, caused him to have mild insomnia. He looks at the time, 2:00 am. He sighs and sits up, running his fingers through his shoulder length, black hair. It feels colder than normal outside, either that or the lack of a shirt is causing goose bumps to coat his body.
He stands up and walks out of his room. The house is small, one story, but is big enough for one person. The walls are painted a light blue, cheery from his gloomy personality.
He thinks about calling Ash, but knows better, the poor thing is probably sleeping in his warm comfy bed by now. He wouldn't want to bother him.
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The Tragic Story Of True Love
RomanceAsher was not like normal people. Unlike the others, he was genderfluid, pansexual, and has many psychological issues. He has Agyrophobia, Astraphobia, Athazagoraphobia, Eisoptrophobia, and is labeled as Schizophrenic. He also has Nyctophilia and is...
